Netherworld Flower (Hunter)

Review of "Netherworld Flower (Hunter)" The ancients once said: One misstep can lead to eternal hatred. I don't believe it. After reading the adult's article, I suddenly realized: if you slip and fall into a big pit, you will never come back. This statement is true. . . The adults have a lot of money to gain. Look, how many flowers of the motherland are in this big pit. Look, this pit is full of young and old. Look at these longing eyes. Sir, how can you bear it? Qin Shihuang pitted Confucianism, but adults pitted flowers! The ancients knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so they went to the tiger mountains. People today know that there is a big pit, but they still want to jump into it. Look at the children jumping into the pit one after another. They have no regrets and no hesitation, which is so touching. (Take out a small handkerchief and cry tears of sympathy) What a sinister person! Stop the text at critical moments to keep people's appetite. Sir, can you see our saliva flowing down three thousand feet, maybe the Milky Way is falling from the sky? Sir, do you know that our admiration for you, Sir, is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea? This love can be learned from the heaven and the earth, expressed by the sun and the moon, and remains unswerving! What beats in the pit are fiery hearts! The adult's text is like a cup of modified crane top red, which is colorless and tasteless. The crown of the crane is red, and the throat is blocked by blood. Updating articles is a virtue. Sir, you will definitely pass this virtue on week after week. ​Really? Although the adults have not allowed us to see the continuation of this virtue, we still believe in you. As the saying goes: The prodigal son will never be replaced by gold. . . Waiting for your return, sir. (Looking at you, my lord, with tears in my eyes) Update it. . . The stars are looking at you, my lord. This article is reproduced from Jinjiang Literature City, original address: http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=393295

The Song of the Pit---The Scarlet Moon Revolution 555 Big pits become big pits, and there are so many small pits. When I finish the pits in my life, everything will come to an end. Life is full of hardships and pitfalls, spring is passing and autumn is coming, and old age is coming. Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west at dusk. How many pits can there be in a hundred years? Please give me a pit song.

When you are in a good mood, it seems to be hearts (or hearts), and when you want to kill with one hit, you usually use ghost ace, so can you update it? Staring

The first few big mistakes (T_T)/~~are all from 2009. . . . Blue thin mushrooms (╯‵□′)╯┴─┴

Everyone is feeling bad. Please update! !

Is this the first author's trap that I have jumped into without hesitation? I don't even remember

Damn it, damn it, please don't cheat QAQ

What a pity~~I was fooled. . . Author, come back soon

The pit is deep. Stretching your hand in front of your eyes, you can see a little glimmer of light on your nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they spread legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I climbed. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, and I keep devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]

My lord, I am calling you late at night again. Have you ever felt the affectionate eyes, sincere expectations, and fiery heart? Come on, update the article, let the love of adults touch the land of China. . . Let the love of adults warm the bottom of the pit. We will definitely give you a Turkish hug + a big French kiss to thank you. Sir, have you felt our sad eyes tonight? Come on, let's update the article quickly. . . (Countless pairs of pitiful eyes look at the adults)